Verse One ? Pressure
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Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seek,
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Women are like opportunities; grasp them when they¡¯re in reach,
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All that glitters is gold, and sold for green locally,
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Life¡¯s a blind struggle that¡¯s why fate keeps tripping over me,
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With fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve you,
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What you don¡¯t know can¡¯t hurt you; so not knowing you¡¯s a virtue,
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It¡¯s a fast food world; I fear that I¡¯m a die gluttoning,
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But life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worrying,
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I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental,
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Now I¡¯m using my potential, for bruising instrumentals,
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I¡¯m a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruin,
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Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising,
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We¡¯re all drunk philosophers so give it time now,
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There¡¯s a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? It¡¯s called an eyebrow,
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If measurement of ones worth was one word of testament,
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I¡¯m done keeping it real I keep it relevant.
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Chorus
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Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
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We¡¯ll deal with it as it comes,
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If I lose my way I¡¯ll follow you,
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Cos today¡¯s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
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Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
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We¡¯ll deal with it as it comes,
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If I lose my way I¡¯ll follow you,
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Cos today¡¯s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
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Verse Two ? Suffa
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I¡¯ve been an out and out loudmouth since my youth,
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I¡¯m generous with words but selfish with the truth,
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I¡¯d never say some things on my mind anyway,
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Cos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everyday,
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And when I do speak women call me a creep,
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Ladies chivalry¡¯s not dead it¡¯s on the couch where you made it sleep,
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I get deep without the meaningful,
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Mimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said ¡®Boy now I¡¯ve seen it all¡¯,
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The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful women,
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And people, who love music but lack suitable rhythm,
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What a computer will give them an instrument won¡¯t,
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It¡¯s called hip hop, guess what we¡¯re the industry joke,
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But hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is gone,
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And be strong cos tomorrow it¡¯s on,
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We ain¡¯t no weak trip, beat nick, kids on the sneak tip,
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We spit deep shit all of life¡¯ secrets.
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Chorus
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Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
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We¡¯ll deal with it as it comes,
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If I lose my way I¡¯ll follow you,
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Cos today¡¯s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
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Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
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We¡¯ll deal with it as it comes,
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If I lose my way I¡¯ll follow you,
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Cos today¡¯s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
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Chorus
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Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
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We¡¯ll deal with it as it comes,
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If I lose my way I¡¯ll follow you,
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Cos today¡¯s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
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Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
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We¡¯ll deal with it as it comes,
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If I lose my way I¡¯ll follow you,
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Cos today¡¯s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
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Tomorrow Will Do
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| Hilltop Hoods |
